Marry...Me Part II

I yawned as I wake up. I opened my eyes only to be greeted by a bright light coming from the outside of my window. I rubbed my eye with my hand when I felt something harsh that hurt me. "Ouch." I groaned. I checked what's on my hand to hurt me like that. The Sapphire ring is still on my hand, glimmering as I move my hand to examine it. Huh, it's not a dream after all. I sat on my bed to see that I'm no longer in my clothes yesterday. The maids must have helped me last night. I don't know what happened to me either. Mark just proposed to me and everything just went...weird. I felt a thump on my head. Ugh, it hurts again. I stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

"I thought he was gay?" I cried in the mirror. "How can he accept things like these so easily?" I walked around the bathroom; it was huge enough for me to trail around. "Did I just assume? Noooooo," I ruined my already ruined hair and hysterically murmured things to myself. I looked at the ring once more, "It looks pretty though." But that's not the point! The point is I'm wasting this life of mine to be married to someone I am not in love with!

I threw myself on the bed. He said he'll make me happy, he might be my lucky charm after all. Should I accept yesterday as my first good luck day? It ended well, right? I sighed. It was well, right?

I placed both of my hands in the mirror and looked directly into my eyes, "This is your fate now, accept it. It's all or nothing. Whether you like it or not plus, whatever comes, comes, right?" I reminded myself.

"Miss Sapphire, are you awake already?" the maid called from behind the door.

"I'm actually fixing myself right now," I lied.

"The shareholders would want to meet you. Your mother said to be faster," and then she left.

I breathed heavily, "here we go," I took a quick bath and made myself presentable to the shareholders.

"There she is," mother sweetly smiled at me. "Is that the ring?" her eyes gazed to my right hand.

"It is, mother," I answered.

"My son chose it personally for her. When he heard that her name was Sapphire he thought it would be perfect to give her one," the mother of Mark joyfully informed my mother. I clench my right fist, the ring is still cold on my finger, it feels like it doesn't belong there.

"Should we fix the wedding then? Call organizers?" my mother happily smiled. My father remained silent behind her.

"Where is your father?" I asked Mark.

"He can't always leave work, can he? By the way, how are you? You suddenly became pale and then blacked out last night," he asked. He walked in front of me and placed his palm on my cheek—even that feels so cold.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine now," I faked a smile.

"Look at them, we'll leave here," Mark's mother pulled my mother out of the room with her, giving us the space that I don't really need.

The next day, the living room is filled with people. Organizers seem to have talents too. They seem to hear the news real fast that they are about ten of them competing for the position. They are all presenting their ideas with us one by one bringing their own boards to help us imagine things. They all just did this yesterday? Amazing.

"So, what do you think?" the wedding organizer asked.

What do I think? I think this whole thing is ridiculous. I feel like a puppet. I've got no say to anything being planned and I thought I was the one getting married. I wasn't informed that it's actually our parents' wedding. Now I really believe when they say that planning for the wedding is stressful. It's not the planning itself. It's the people who tries to chime in with the planning.

"Any other ideas? It's too…boring," both of our mothers disagreed with the idea.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. My head is aching from all this decision-making. Mark placed a hand on my back and rubbed it to help me calm down. I looked at him and smiled a little at him.

"Should we add some sapphire too?" Mark asked. "It's the bride's day anyway."

"No, the wedding is not just about me. What is your favorite color? Violet? Black? Brown? What?" I asked Mark.

"I actually like blue too, which is close to the shade of your name. That's why I think having blue at our wedding is nice."

I tried to smile at him sweetly. I guess the whole wedding is just my 'something blue' then. I appreciate Mark for trying to control the situation but at the end of the day, our opinions are just simply opinions and will never be regarded.

"We could change this part…" the wedding organizer encircled something on the board. "…into a blue accent. Then others are into rusty colors. Blue and rust go well together. How about that?"

Mark and I didn't answer. Instead, we waited for our mothers to say something. I guess he also got the memo that our opinions aren't valid. I'd rather not say anything. Best way to preserve my saliva. There's no arguing with my mother either. We never really had a mother-daughter talk so what's the point of trying to have one now?

My mother whispered something to Mark's mother. They seem to be discussing the theme of the wedding by themselves. This should be named 'Our Mothers' Wedding' instead of 'Mark and Sapphire's Wedding.' I want to stand up and change the names on the wedding planner's board. A minute later, they are both shaking their heads. "Rust? On a wedding? No." My mother strongly said.

I sighed. When is this day going to be over? Did we have lunch already? What time is it?